Twist & Turns of a Life w/ Curls

My day was going pretty well until I found out a coworker leaked the news about Nes coming, how we contacted each other again, etc to a woman I despise.  I guess it wouldn’t have been such a big deal but the woman who found out is a complete and utter bitch.  When I say she is the most unhappy, evil and backstabbing woman I have ever met I am not exaggerating in the slightest.  This lady is only 4′8″ so I believe she has a slight Napoleon complex and her weight is so bad you can’t tell where her boobs and gut start and stop.  I know, that’s mean, but she made my life miserable for a long time and sometimes she still gets under my skin.  I’m sure I’m going to hell for some of the things I’ve said about her.

Anyone who has worked closely with this woman can’t stand her, yet she still has a job and has been in the same position at the department for 20 years.  People in my “circle” I converse with call her TROLL.  Again, like I said, I’m probably going to burn in hell.  High ranking administrators have expressed their displeasure with Troll’s attitude, but somehow she still remains in a job there and gets away with a lot of crap.  I think it is basically due to the fact Troll will make your life a living hell if you stand up to her and don’t back down.  I made that mistake two years ago.

Today she heard me talking to Kathi about Nes and how I was really excited.  I didn’t go into details about anything since she was around.  When I left the room apparntly Troll made a snide remark about why I was so chipper.  Kathi told her that I found a guy I knew in high school and we have been talking and things are going really well for me.  Troll said I was probably making him up.  Sure, yes, that’s it, he’s an imaginary friend.  Like I have enough time in my life to make up a story such as the one I have experienced.  Kathi backed me up and said she knew for a fact he was real and he even was a sweetheart and sent me flowers.  Troll said I paid for them and had them delivered.  OMG are you kidding me?  I would rather spend $40 or whatever it cost on something else other than sending myself flowers to work with a fake card.  Stupid woman.

I know I shouldn’t let her get to me, but I didn’t find out about the aforementioned information until after I was embarrassed in front of some coworkers.  I was talking to Jerry (a 60 year old man) about something to do with work when Troll decided to butt stating some guy was coming to see me and I was naive to think he was coming for something other than sex and would probably sleep in my bed.  For some reason Troll likes to always poke around if I’m having sex or possibly pregnant if I say my stomach felt upset.  “Oh, you must have morning sickness!” she’d say.  ARGGHH!!

• Who the hell cares if the man sleeps in my bed??  I’m a grown woman.  I can make choices for myself. If we hit it off I don’t mind cuddling damnit–I’m lonely.
• It’s none of her damned business what I do or don’t do in my sex life.  I can’t help that she probably isn’t getting any since her husband probably can’t find the lucky spot!
• If I want to have meaningless sex with someone I still barely know I can–with a condom.  Even though I know I won’t because I don’t want to go there yet and Nes knows that also.
• Troll just needs to shut the hell up.

To that remark I just smiled and said I hope the weather is nice when he is here so we can go to Garden of the Gods and the zoo.  I said a nice cheery “take care!” and left the room to go back to my cubicle and let the steam roll out of my ears.  All the way back I just kept saying under my breath, “She’s such a bitch, she’s such a bitch, she’s such a bitch!” 

The nerve she had to say something like that in front of other people when she didn’t know what she was talking about was what got to me the most.  Oh, she also told me I should bring him by so everyone could meet him.  Yeah, I could bring him buy and then she would find numerous things to joke about (for whatever reason) and talk about me again behind my back.  Maybe I should bring Nes in and show him the station so I can prove I’m not talking out my cheekies, but I just don’t know if I should bother.

Last Friday Maree flew to Arizona to see some friends from back home.  While she was gone I watched her sweet little dogs—Sable (Great Dane) and Kodi (Lab).  They are the sweetest things!  Sable weighs in at a hefty 165 pounds but she doesn’t pull you down the street thank goodness.  Unfortunately Sable is a little old and on two medications.  The poor thing, her arthritis gets to her no matter what prescription Maree picks up for her.  It’s sad.  Kodi, he’s a little stinker, loves to not listen but if he knows you are serious then he is right there and is such a good boy.  Chester and I split our time between Maree’s apartment on the first floor and our own apartment on the third floor.  Sable and Kodi can’t climb stairs due to their hips, so I bounced around quite a bit.

Notice how Sable is taller than the countertops?

Poor Sable in her old age has been diagnosed with case of the chronic shits.  On any day she can just develop the problem and it won’t go away for several days.  It’s horrendous considering she is so big.  One morning Maree woke up to find her living room, bathroom, dining room and kitchen floors splattered with a mess here, there and everywhere.  *sigh*  While Maree was gone Sable came down with her problem again.  I didn’t really care and was just concerned for the dog.  For me the site, smell and cleaning of dog poop doesn’t seem to bother me.  It’s just a blessing Maree invested in a good carpet cleaner machine or the two times I had a small pile waiting for me would have been icky.  In all I think from Friday afternoon through Sunday evening I took those dogs out about every 2-3 hours until 11pm or 12am and then again starting at 6:30am.  People tell me I was crazy but Maree is my friend and I know she would do the same for me.

Sable is fine now and I wonder if this time it was just due to stress with Maree being gone.  Kodi and Sable were adorable though when I would come in to play with them and always greated me at the door with their toys.  I also wrote a doggie diary for Maree while she was gone.  It was quite cute if I say so myself.

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Instead of ending this post about dogs and diarrhea, I also went to my sister’s one of three final fittings her for wedding dress.  She looked gorgeous!  There was a new bride there with her bridesmaids looking at dresses and they just stopped and stared.  My sister was self-conscious and I told her they were staring because she looked beautiful.  She really did, of course I’m a little biased, but really though it was stunning.  I can’t wait to show everyone pictures in July after the wedding.

So I just have some random thoughts right now floating around in this fish bowl I call my head.  If any of you have some answers I would be more than thrilled!  So please, read away, and help if you can:

• I feel like a group of small kindergartners are doing the Mexican Hat Dance on my uterus.  Midol and Pamprin seem to not work.  Any idea of what else I should do?
• I was stupid and realized I didn’t open a Google Reader with my new blog email lifewithcurls(at)gmail(dot)comand the Reader is currently under another login.  Does anyone know if I can sync all the ones I read over to the new one or do I have to manually go and add them all?
• I just changed my CallerTune on my phone to Right Stuff by New Kids on the Block—awesome!
• The first hour I was at work this morning I did nothing but read and comment on blogs.  I had 27 of them waiting for me this morning in Google Reader since I fell behind yesterday.  Dang! :)  I love them all though and I still have 8 more to read.
• I need to lose 30 pounds in a month–lol–um, anyone know the solution??  Well I don’t need to because I know Nes thinks I’m beautiful as is, but of course it would be nice.

So I’m not sure all of you remember the Ex.  Let me just put it this way, he’s an idiot.  I know most times when people break up they think the “ex” is regarded with distaste, but I’m not kidding, I realized I was dating a moron.  All the crap that Harry did or didn’t do was enough for one woman to handle in two months.  Why I stuck around and waited so long to let it all go I’m not sure.  There are many instances where it was just bizarre with Harry.  If you wish to read up just find him under Ex of course. 

When I finally decided to break things off with Harry, at first he was upset and then he moved to the “anger phase”.  He started to take cheap shots and was trying to come up with a reason why I couldn’t handle a relationship with him.  Harry’s belief was that I couldn’t handle him going into the field for a week with the military training he had–nope, that wasn’t it.  Then he got to the point he was just rambling and I didn’t know what he was talking about.  It was really weird.  When he started to get hateful I cut it off.  Things got to the point I told him to never contact me via text message, phone, email, or on MySpace or Facebook ever again.  I blocked him on Facebook and deleted him from my friends list on MySpace (you have to be a friend to see my page).  I’ve never had to do this to a guy I used to date.  This was a new thing for me and I don’t like it, kinda freaks me out.

Well today I’m on the phone with Nes and I check my MySpace and there is a message from Harry in my inbox.  Um, yeah, what the hell is right.  This is the message I received:

From:  Harry
To:  CurlySue
Subject:  hey

sorry im not sure why your still on here
my mistake.

That’s it.  What the fuck is that?!  For one, the boy has horrible horrible grammar skills and his spelling can be atrocious (Note: I know mine isn’t great sometimes, but I swear he wrote like a third grader).  There was a blog post he put up on his site I made the mistake of reading about us after I broke up with him.  That post confirmed for me I had dated a man who needed to go back to elementary school and learn the English language.  I wish I had saved a copy or something to show you because most of it didn’t make sense and the spelling was so bad sometimes I didn’t know what he was saying. 

I don’t know what to do and I’m asking for your help.  Do I save it just in case I ever need it, delete the damn thing or write him back and tell him to bugger off and, again, never contact me again?  I know I should probably just ignore it, but part of me doesn’t know what to do.  I don’t think about him anymore.  I don’t miss him–not in the slightest. 

So what would you do?  I know there is a difference between what I want to do and what I should do.  I just need some help.  Another note:  If I did made some errors, please forgive me.  I’d be so embarrassed if there were.  Ugh.

Well it’s official, this morning Nes bought his plane ticket and will arrive in Denver at 7:52pm on June 5th.  I will get to see him two full days and then he will fly back to Kansas Sunday afternoon at 4:30.  I’m so excited I could burst!  I think this is going to determine what will possibly happen for us.  Nes asked me yesterday what I’m hoping will come of this trip.  I told him I just would like to see how we are around each other, how comfortable things are, and see how things go to determine what step to take next.  He agreed.  We both know we will enjoy the visit because there is no reason why we wouldn’t.  I just have this feeling it will go very well due to the fact we can talk as we do over the phone.  Now, I also know that sometimes when you meet someone it may be a little different, but I just don’t feel that is the case here.  When we were in high school he was always a great guy and now I could kick myself that I never said anything.  Oh well, things happen for a reason I guess.

This morning when he called me I heard “Good morning hon!” and I thought I was going to drop the phone.  I feel all squishy inside.  He soon told me to make sure I ask off for that Friday because the plane ticket was bought and he’d see me very soon.  AHH!

Last night the building smoke alarm went off with a loud shrill at 1:40, 2:40, 3:20, 3:40 and briefly at 4:15.  Yes, to say the least I was not a happy girl and by 3:20 I was screaming, “Sonofabitch!!!”  Instead of moaning that I was woken up, I would fly out of bed and stand by the speaker in my bedroom with my hand pressed over it until the noise ceased.  Poor Chester was not happy either, I’m sure the noise hurt his ears worse than mine, and everytime the damn thing went off he would bolt upright in bed and go hide.  My little baby was scared to death!!  When the alarm finally shut off he would come to me and just snuggle because he was so scared.

Come to find out there was a short in the system of the fire closet for our building.  The maintenance manager had to call out the alarm company at 0300 (poor guy) because there is a slight leak in the closet and it is shorting out the system.  Sounds like to me they need to redo the closet.  This isn’t the first time my building had a rash of “false alarms”.  When I used to work midnights I was jolted from my sleep around noon for three days in a row due to the same thing.  Are we seeing a pattern here?  That occurrence though was about a year ago.

I decided to go downstairs and let Chester out after the 3:40 rousal.  There I ran into Maree and her neighbor across the hall, Paul.  Maree was telling the maintenance guy if it went off again she was going to take a hammer to both of the speakers in her apartment.  I told Jack I would also damage something if it kept up :)  There was the one last false alarm around 4:15ish and I finally got some good sleep until 6:20 this morning.

*sigh*

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Just curious, but do you think it’s true that you never really learn to swear until you learn to drive?  Hmmm, guess it depends! 

I was at work and Nes called me stating I needed to stay my full day in order to get all my hours in and work until 3:30pm.  Um, okay, I’ll still get paid even if we skip out early–love my job!  So, at 3:30 I’m about to walk out the door and I get a call to come to the front desk.  At first I was thinking, “Crap, what now, it’s Friday, I’m getting the hell out of here.”  I walk up front and find….

Now whoever do you think these happened to come from?  ;)  Yup, if you’ve been following, you guessed right–Nes.  AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!! 

Sent:  Friday, May 09, 2008  9:04AM

From:  Nes

“Let me put it this way, you are all I think about all day long.”

Sent:  Friday, May 09, 2008 12:49PM

From:  Nes

“I can’t wait to come see you.  We’re going to have an awesome time!”

When I received those texts I was feeling as high as a kite!  I just grinned and grinned I swear until my cheeks hurt.  Last night I spoke with Nes on the phone for about five hours ~~~ until 1am.  I knew I would drag butt to get to work and part of the day, but I didn’t care.  My question to myself the past several days has been, am I moving a little too fast?  We have discussed our feelings that are very well evident but we don’t want to jump into anything quickly considering the distance at this time.  Apparently Nes liked me in high school enough he had always wanted to ask me out, but he was pretty shy with girls in that aspect and his self-confidence was lacking.  I’ve received a few snide remarks from people I know who think he might just only be looking for a mini-vacation with some fun booty lovin’ involved, but I just don’t see him being that way.  Maybe I’m naive, but I usually have a pretty good judge of things it seems and I don’t have an uneasy feeling about any of this.  I’ll admit, it’s been about two months since anything fun for me has happened (lol) but I won’t just jump into bed either.  I just hope I’m not getting my hopes up that his visit will be what we are both looking for — a good time, enjoy each other’s company, and quite possibly see if feelings will develop since they seem to be already over the phone and texting.

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